A part-time writer and artist, full-time mom, and professional slacker, she enjoys eating Corn Pops while watching the Daily Show, never participated in PE class, and writes to maintain her sanity.
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Between the stars is a raw, stripped-bare look at the dance between darkness and light, the struggle to maintain a sense of self while embracing an undeniable madness. Uncensored, unfiltered, undeniably honest.
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Not everyone can dance with insanity and not collapse from exhaustion. This collection of works illustrates that dance with heart-tearing honesty. Full color, with selected poems illustrated with photographs.
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Brendan W Vittum's work as a Graphic Designer, Developer, and Author spans more than 25 years. Mr. Vittum is a self-styled Poet, Author, Philosopher, Photographer, who is exploring life, and philosophic thought, through poetry and imagery. He is also a Dystonic.
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Brendan W Vittum is a self-styled Poet, Author, Philosopher, Photographer, and Subject who is exploring life, and philosophic thought, through poetry and imagery. He is also a Dystonic - these photographs are an exploration of his disability.
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Home  Freelance Authors April Fox and Brendan W. Vittum
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Love Waits
"...To stay is to rest easy, safely, in memory and desire. To cross; caution tossed to Love, Hearts to Life. Needing to live we plunge now through those seas. Heart takes heart and slices rivers of time, rivers of reason..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jan 19, 2012
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Untitled, 10-04-2011
i needed sleep, and couldn't. Contributor: April Fox
Published: Oct 04, 2011
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Grey Hound Dreams;
"...Chasing the stars backwards towards the place of birthing; towards the new day - old dreams renewed. He is following now. Following the Moon to your doorstep..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Sep 06, 2011
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Ode to Coffee
A ditty spawned by a conversation with a cousin "...but a sip of you curdled a young face to rigor - now drunk daily, to exist without you is Hell defined; but a day with your warm, wet, bitter, love?..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Sep 05, 2011
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Un/imagine
don't take me too seriously. Contributor: April Fox
Published: Aug 29, 2011
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How to Wrestle a Flypaper Strip and Win
i had to try to hang a flypaper strip. an altercation ensued. score thus far: flypaper-0, cranky writer-1. Contributor: April Fox
Published: Aug 21, 2011
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Marathoner
"...what was left in running; He runs away that He may run back. Such is his way - outrunning, never running..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 12, 2011
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An Answer;
"...And for the few who this is not enough? The hearts born to bleed, to bleed slow like the squeezing of the stones, leaving a Rorschach of ink across the sheet of our Lives?..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 10, 2011
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Quiet's Apologia
"...when the outside world's sanity screams loudest against the shore of his inner mind; when most he ought stand and scream loudest; the silent man becomes ever more silent, swamped in a wave of perceived external expectation and demand..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 09, 2011
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Surrealist Cubism in Verbal Form:
"...words the dagger; his tongue the hands which inexorably drew the two together until nothing was left but to wallow in love's carnage, to weave splintered sanity with the threads of want; to weave the cloak of penitence, and remembrance..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 05, 2011
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That Man, I;
"...This - this he knows is real '" really happened '" he caught it on film. Over-filled with joy - like the seven year old boy showing a man he could ride a bike - he waited for the woman to return home. He showed that man ."that is nice." he said..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 01, 2011
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That Man, I;
"...This - this he knows is real '" really happened '" he caught it on film. Over-filled with joy - like the seven year old boy showing a man he could ride a bike - he waited for the woman to return home. He showed that man ."that is nice." he said..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 01, 2011
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Loss' Contradiction
...a passing thought on finding and losing "...searching not to the finding sought. just the finding of more of the losing..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Aug 01, 2011
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Defining a Madness;
"...differing results to no avail is not Madness. No. No great calamity of mind, no travesty of society is Madness. Far too simple, Madness defined is no more then reading the letters of Hearts past..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 27, 2011
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Island Weather; December 02, 2009..
"...pot belches quietly - standing in the portal where sunlight and manlight mingle the cool of the day dances on the front - heat from last night's fire..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 27, 2011
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Thoughts, Evoked on a Reread of Frost and Mowing
"...stands, half-shadowed in primal forests of past, half-drenched in the sunshine of today - unwilling, unable -unsure which - to take his place in either. Unchanging change, and the wood. Always - there is the wood..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 24, 2011
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Thoughts, Evoked on a Reread of Frost and Mowing
"...stands, half-shadowed in primal forests of past, half-drenched in the sunshine of today - unwilling, unable -unsure which - to take his place in either. Unchanging change, and the wood. Always - there is the wood..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 24, 2011
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Self-Center
"...a place without picture for eye or ear, where leaves are dead vegetables - where no thoughts from before, from after, matter." "Imagine beings being bereft of reflection, of contemplation."..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 17, 2011
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Self-Center
"...a place without picture for eye or ear, where leaves are dead vegetables - where no thoughts from before, from after, matter." "Imagine beings being bereft of reflection, of contemplation."..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 17, 2011
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Unicorns..
"...Blinded by vision I became confused - lost my Self in the desire common to all humans - in a longing felt by none but our Selves..." Contributor: Brendan W Vittum
Published: Jul 09, 2011
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April Fox's Writing
| I was looking at the work-desk for my other job, and asked my 8-year-old what I should write. This was her suggestion… so the day job can wait :: Sprinkles was a thoughtful sort of pony. He could spend hours in his little meadow, chomping on grass and pondering the mysteries of the universe. Now, you may wonder what on earth a happy little pony in the sunshine could possibly have to ponder, but don't let the simple exterior fool you. Ponies are actually quite wise, and this one in particular had developed an interest in things like Stephen Hawking and supernovas and watching the Discovery Channel through the window of the wee house that sat on the edge of his meadow.
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Brendan W Vittum's Writing
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